bugün
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- en iyi vampir filmi4
- yaşanmamışların yası6
- 19 eylül 2026 trabzonspor galatasaray maçı29
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- gece sokak kedileri tarafından saldırılmak4
- the crow2
- claudian clouds33
- cok da abartmaya gerek uok6
- annem2
- insan ne ister4
- arkadaşlar ben olmasam ne yaparsınız7
- anın görüntüsü25
- yazarların akşam yemekleri5
- günlük2
- fusya semsiyeli yabanci'nın gerçek kimliği7
- başkalarının istediği gibi yaşamak4
- ankara da yeni nesil suç örgütleri operasyonu2
- sözlük kızlarının kekleri24
- kadınlar6
- true'nun engelli olması6
- gocu'nun tınlamıyorım deyip yan hesaba geçmesi7
- önyargı2
- true ile tatlı sert3
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- allah11
- meriç dükalığı8
- morkstar2
- sarapci koala hatayi33
- sevdiğiniz yazarlar8
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- islamda namaz yoktur30
- gücünden sıkılıp kendini yok eden tanrı2
- true ve g'i l d'e d l'i l y birlikteliği4
- sözlükte kimin idamına evet dersiniz6
- seni tanıyorum4
- fusya semsiyeli yabanci22
- tai lung8
- amedspor maçından korkmak3
- kürdistan10
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- dantelli sütyen takan erkek12
- özürlü diyerek hakaret ettiğini sanmak4
- ak partililerin apoya villa yaptırması36
- victor osimhen2
- seri eksicinin iq düzeyi4
- true'nun idrak yolları enfeksiyonu sorunu4
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- cumartesi gecesi sıkıcılığı2
- mazotun yarım litresi 50 tl28
cradle of filth in yeni single ının adı.
2006 çıkışlı thornography albümüne ait cof parçası.
"carrion my name
for those who choose to mouth the curse
a tragic serenade
with judas in my stride
the gothic halls of shame
where statues coldly hold no worse
than the murders i reclaim
from a dark, forsaken time"
kissing heaven, spent
he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
wishing to repent
for the brute that ravaged free
in slight hands beauty weeps
conquest's deep methodical screwing
hurt repeatedly
like the world wound at his feet
dirge inferno
as it is written, damn it
so let it be wrung
from throats of those in overthrow
the past at last has come
a savage bit without respite
pervades the freezing air
this winter chill, grist for his mill
if tears of joy will blear elsewhere
and church bells drown in the cracks of doom
the storms above us hew
as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues
deflowering two by two
hissing, malcontent
he storms the skies on electric discharge
pissing in contempt
on the effigies of the weak
killing all resolve
the great beast simmers, his scarlet women
spit their vitriol
on the terrified face of peace
dirge inferno
as it is written, damn it
so let it be wrung
from throats of those in overthrow
our past at last has come
a hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
have locked to hasten blood
the moon disrobes, to harden droves
of legions pouring
these rivers press, his breath adorns
senates and enemy seats
whilst his power takes as ingratitude
the writhing of the weak
"wormwood my name
the poisoned star that fell to earth
and blistered free of shame
in the pits of self-rebirth
now those caves become a garret
overseeing endless barracks
as the waters turn to claret
and the vatican satins burn"
"carrion my name
for those who choose to mouth the curse
a tragic serenade
with judas in my stride
the gothic halls of shame
where statues coldly hold no worse
than the murders i reclaim
from a dark, forsaken time"
kissing heaven, spent
he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
wishing to repent
for the brute that ravaged free
in slight hands beauty weeps
conquest's deep methodical screwing
hurt repeatedly
like the world wound at his feet
dirge inferno
as it is written, damn it
so let it be wrung
from throats of those in overthrow
the past at last has come
a savage bit without respite
pervades the freezing air
this winter chill, grist for his mill
if tears of joy will blear elsewhere
and church bells drown in the cracks of doom
the storms above us hew
as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues
deflowering two by two
hissing, malcontent
he storms the skies on electric discharge
pissing in contempt
on the effigies of the weak
killing all resolve
the great beast simmers, his scarlet women
spit their vitriol
on the terrified face of peace
dirge inferno
as it is written, damn it
so let it be wrung
from throats of those in overthrow
our past at last has come
a hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
have locked to hasten blood
the moon disrobes, to harden droves
of legions pouring
these rivers press, his breath adorns
senates and enemy seats
whilst his power takes as ingratitude
the writhing of the weak
"wormwood my name
the poisoned star that fell to earth
and blistered free of shame
in the pits of self-rebirth
now those caves become a garret
overseeing endless barracks
as the waters turn to claret
and the vatican satins burn"
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